Blacksmith and the king

„We all lost family that day,“ Balin choked out. Bilbo stared at him across the fire. „The day the dragon came,“ Dwalin continued in a low voice, „we‘ve lost our baby sister, our Freya. It was my fault. I should not have fought with her. I couldn’t find her that day, no matter how long I searched. I have no right to call myself her brother.“ Dwalin stood up and left the lit space. The company fell silent again. The hobbit heard a lot of stories from the dwarrows along their journey, about home and family, but seldomly about loss and not once from Dwalin and Balin about the day the dragon came.Bilbo could see how Balin sheepishly wiped away some tears, and he witnessed an expression in Thorins face he had never seen before. Regret and the pain of a broken heart.~ Freya's ear itched as if someone was talking behind her back. Probably Thranduil, that pointy eared drama queen of the woodland realm. She shifted her attention back onto her son, a splitting image of his father, riding a large black bear as if it was a pony. She could not help but smile, pushing away the sorrow in her heart, as she thought about her brothers and how she had lost them the day the dragon came.